The Man of Say,
is of anybody, anyway.
His tone yet coarse
of skin rid of deplore.
His eyes, his sword
admonish the bloodiest of wars.
The smile that speaks sugar,
makes all malevolent men tendered.
His arms, as unseen wings,
he soars easily and gently sings.
Upon landing, his stride
is that of a lion
leaving nothing behind.
Clever, kind, unmatched in mind
others blush upon the stick of his merciless eye.
A mother's jewel, A father's supreme
and a lover's fanciful dream,
the Man of Say fulfills all three.
So look closely your next aware,
knowing with assurance and prepare,
that the Man of Say is genderless,
and of anybody, anyway, anywhere.